Page 56 of Ice Covered Heart

His eyes met hers. Take. Drive in. Make her come around you so hard that pleasure is all she knows.

She wet her lips. “Don’t hurt me.”

Everything stopped. Including—for a moment—his heart. He was sure of it. “Never.” Then he was kissing her again. Stroking her. Because his control was not going to fail, not while she was afraid. He’d make her desperate and frenzied. She’d want him more than anything else. Fuck fear. She would not know it with him. He’d make certain of that.

His hands curled over her breasts, his fingers plucking her nipples. Pulling on them, teasing, rubbing, and she let out a quick gasp.

His cock waited near her core. Wanting in so badly. As he played with her nipples, she arched against him, sending her hot, wet entrance right against him.

The tip of his cock eased inside of her.

Fucking paradise. So good. So tight.

Hips flexing, he drove just a little more inside of her.

His hands jerked away from her breasts and, this time, he was the one to grab the sheets. To hold tight—dammit, to rip them in his grip because he held them too hard as he tried to fight the overwhelming urge to plunge his cock into Shelby. To fuck her endlessly.

Go slow. Be careful. It’s her. He pushed deeper. A little more…

Her legs wrapped around him. “Give me everything.”

That was it. She wanted him? She was ready?

A roar escaped him. He slammed into her. Hunter thrust as deep as he could go. Shelby was tight, gripping him and driving out all rational thought. All he wanted was her. To take. To drive deeper.

To mark her. To own her. To possess her.

He withdrew. Slammed deep.

There were no more rational thoughts. There was only her. The scent of her skin. The feel of her body. The way her tight pussy took him in, so deep. So tight. So insanely hot.

Again and again, he plunged into her. The bed shook beneath him.

One of his hands wedged between their bodies. He stroked her clit. Squeezed it. When her head tipped back, his mouth latched onto her throat. Licking, sucking, biting lightly.

She ground her sex against him.

His muscles tightened. He pulled out. Drove back into her, felt her inner muscles clamp around him even as she stiffened beneath him. His head whipped up, and Hunter watched the pleasure wash over her face as she let out a high-pitched, eager cry. A scream of pleasure that she choked off again even as her body bucked and shuddered under him.

Yes. Yes. Come for me. Only Me. Come for⁠—

Hunter heard pounding. Distant banging, like someone driving a fist into their hotel suite’s door.

She didn’t hear it. Her hearing aid had fallen free. It was on the pillow near her head, and pleasure covered her face. Shelby was lost to the orgasm he’d just given her. Her face fucking beautiful in her release as her inner muscles clenched around him with the force of her climax.

The pounding continued.

He ignored it.

He was balls deep in Shelby. Not stopping. Not. The hotel building could probably fall around them, and he’d keep fucking her.

His hips pistoned against her as he surged toward his climax. The bed shook harder. It thudded into the wall. He drove into her harder, again, again.

The damn pounding echoed.

Hunter also thought he heard⁠—

“Police!”